The Arkansaw traveler., 1887-08-27
CARTOON COMMENT.

in his sleep as visions of the past, pres ent and future present themselves in his dreams.
 Well may he dodge the long, strong arm of the law, leading direct to the penitentiary which threatens to snatch him from his hiding and place him where he may be made useful, if not to society. And horrors There are detectives, who "never sleep" keeping ceaseless watch upon him, ready when the word is given to nab him and drag him forth to jus ticc, that he may receive merited pun ishment for his misdeeds.
 But why, you ask, should he be afraid, now that he is in Canada, which is esteemed as paradise by United States boodlers, where law courts cease from troubling and thieves can take a rest? To make a long story short. gentle reader, many moons ago Wm. J. McGarigle was chief of the Chicago police, un- der "hizzonor," and while occu- pying that responsible position, he caused the portrait of a respect able, reputable subject of Great Britain and native of Canada, named Baxter, to be placed in the Rogues' Gallery, for the purpose of injuring him before the people and courts. This may have been the beginning of his boodling, as no one with an ounce of brains would suppose any one fool or knave enough to perform such a scurvy trick without being we'll paid for it by interested parties.
 This man Baxter is now engaged in makil.g the reception of the poodle collector far too warm for his com fort, so much SO that the doors of the Kingston penitentiary yawn for the escape from Joliet. In truth, when McGarigle landed on Canadian soil he not only put his foot on it, but also into it, and is now engaged in an in- teresting game of hide and seek, he doing the hiding while the officers of the law seek, with good chances, it is hoped, of running him to earth behind prison bars.
 Should the beautiful and accom- plished boodler reach the retreat of a Canadian cell, it is feared he will not dine sumptuously every day, be granted hours in the library in which to hold confidential tete-a- tetes with outside friends, at which to arrange and perfect plans for cs- cape, and when he desires a "bath" he will probably find his custodians just stupid enough to think te can take it well enough behind prison bars. Then imagine, gentle reader, how he will long for another Matson, kind, considerate, compassionate Matson-to drive him out for an air ing and bath-especially bath. We can behold him now, pining away to mere shadow of his former beautiful self for the want of such bath as he might obtain from Matson.
 
 But we have not yet lost all hope of ever seeing the beautiful form of the ex-boodle collector The cheering news is received that Uncle Samuel himself will take hand in the little game of hide and seek for the gentle man, and will ask for his extradition on the ground that he was spirited away from custody by British sub jects, placed by them on British ves- sel and landed on British territory. This should be a warning to other convicted felons longing for es- cape. Don't engage aliens as your rescuers, when, by the use of poodle, you might employ free born American citizens, and proves what we have always asserted that no matter what the task, from stufiing a ballot box to boodling q state, the American ci.izen has not his equal among men. Alien aid was very well in its day under the old regime. when "hizzonor" led the "byes" to vic tory and Joe Mackin marshaled the hosts of alien repeaters. But alack and alas! a change has been wrought and alien aid has fallen below par.
 Had the accomplished eX-boOdle collector any conscience, we would say it must goad him to the verge of des- peration; but we feel that no person will be so feeble minded as to charge him with having anything of the sort. From all indications, past and pres ent, the only thing that troubles him is that he was caught in his crimes and stands good chance of doing service for the state.
 Hear the cringing cry of the thief borne to our ears fro.n Canada: I only collected the commissions and paid the money over to the boys. Not a dollar of it stuck to my hands!" Of course We believe him. Why not? Didn't Sheriff Watson believe him when he gave his word of honor, as a gentleman and Knight Templar, that he would not try to escape? Who could be so hard -heartad and